There was a howl and a rumbling growl; Harry turned to see the werewolf taking flight; it was galloping into the forest ¡ª
¡°Please, let's hurry,¡± Hermione whispered. ¡°I can't stand it, I can't bear it¡.¡±
¡°Thank you!¡± gasped Pettigrew, nodding frantically at her. ¡°Exactly! Precisely what I ¡ª¡±
¡°How come Fred and George never gave it to me!¡± said Ron, outraged. ¡°I'm their brother!¡±
Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, gray scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth¡ a gaping, shapeless hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death rattle.